| Take up the hammer, strike the iron
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| Silence is filling you now
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| No escape for your misdealings
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| Misery guides the vines that twist and choke inside you
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| Seize the day, drop the blade
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| The end is truth, I’m living proof
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| I watched my future die
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| Through all the burned down bridges
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| Wasted years spent chasing demons
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| There’s nothing left to regret
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| Not even a fool like you should go on
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| Fly into the sun
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| I’ll laugh when worn out wings burn
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| Through all the burned down bridges
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| Wasted years spent chasing demons
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| Another burned out town, acidic, dried out
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| Starving, desolation dealt in spades
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| Kill yourself, let there be no lies between us
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| Trephination of the will
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| Kill myself, let there be no ties between us
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| Another chalk line for the till
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| There’s nothing left to regret
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| Not even a fool like you should go on
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| Fly into the sun
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| I’ll laugh when worn out wings burn
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| I haven’t shed a tear
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| It’s been so long through bitter years
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| Maybe I’m the one who’ll die
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| When worn out wings burn
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| Temptation baits the addict gene
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| Familiar places, empty spaces
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| Hereditary path of destruction
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| Coma-white riddled with sickness
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| Through all the burned down bridges
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| Wasted years spent chasing demons
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| Abandon your hope, for no one is listening
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| Turning a deaf ear to you
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| Excess of this unfit king I am
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| To this earth flesh I’ll deliver
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| There’s nothing left to regret
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| Not even a fool like you should go on
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| Fly into the sun
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| I’ll laugh when worn out wings burn
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| I haven’t shed a tear
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| It’s been so long through bitter years
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| Maybe I’m the one who’ll die
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| When worn out wings burn |